BENEATH THE CROSS OF JESUS

Elizabeth C. Clephane, Frederick C. Maker

Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand

The shadow of a mighty rock within a weary land

A home within the wilderness, a rest upon the way

From the burning of the noontide heat, and the burden of the day

 

There lies beneath its shadow but on the further side

The darkness of an awful grave that gapes both deep and wide

And there between us stands the cross, two arms outstretched to save

A watchman set to guard the way from that eternal grave

 

Upon that cross of Jesus mine eyes at times can see

The very dying form of One who suffered there for me

And from my stricken heart with tears, two wonders I confess

The wonders of redeeming love and my unworthiness

 

I take, o cross, thy shadow, for my abiding place

I ask no other sunshine than the sunshine of His face

Content to let the world go by, to know no gain or loss

My sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross